It’s been quite a while since I’ve come to this space. Why? I haven’t felt the need, the desire, or the motivation to write. I haven’t wanted to visit the dark place that I go to when I write about my journey through grief. For quite some time, this blog was my outlet, my therapy, and my way to network and reach out to others also on this journey. I don’t need the outlet right now. I don’t need the therapy. I am in a good place; so it hasn’t felt necessary to come here.
I decided to write today for several reasons. I’ve had a post brewing in my head for some time and it’s time to get it out. It’s time to admit that things have shifted and my emotions have changed. Today is also the 16th. October 16th was the first of many significant 16s in Maya’s life. Two years ago today marked the “beginning” of my pregnancy with Maya. Today also marks 16 months since we said hello and goodbye to our baby girl. Whenever I see 16 now, I am happy. 16 makes me think of Maya. So in sticking with my happiness theme, it is with great joy that I announce to the blogging world that Maya is going to be a big sister!
Yes. We are expecting our rainbow baby. I actually already think of Maya as a big sister. I believe she is watching over Hackie and I and her baby brother/sister. She is always with us. We found out this wonderful news 13 days before Maya’s first birthday. It couldn’t have been more perfect. As her birthday approached, I really struggled with what comes after the first birthday milestone. What comes after you’ve already experienced every holiday and milestone once without your baby. Those two little lines answered that question for us. Baby comes next, and we are so ready.
To say this pregnancy has been an emotional roller coaster would be an understatement. However, I knew that going in. I actually think that I am handling things pretty well. I acknowledge my fears and move through each day appreciative of the time I get to spend with this little life growing inside of me. I am working hard to stay busy, while also celebrating and enjoying my pregnancy. Time will pass and February will arrive as it always does. There is no use in wishing the time away – we never know how much we are going to get.
As I said earlier, things have shifted and emotions have changed. I feel as though, in my climb up the mountain, I reached a very tall peak – the first leg of the journey. There is no top to my mountain. I will never be done climbing, but I have made a lot of progress. Now, I focus on feeling hope, joy, and excitement. I owe it to this new baby to celebrate his/her life and separate those emotions from the sadness associated with losing Maya.
I still miss Maya. I still grieve. I miss her every day. I think about what she would be like now – a little person filled with curiosities and ideas. She’d be talking all the time and would be at such a fun age. Now, I think of Maya and smile. More often, thoughts of Maya make me happy rather than sad. Though her life was so short, she has made a profound impact on this world. Because of Maya, I have witnessed a greater level of kindness, generosity, and humanity than I ever thought possible. She mattered. I am sure of that now.
I am now on the next leg of this journey, and I am still figuring it out. I must live alongside my grief while feeling joy for our new baby. I must acknowledge and move past feelings of guilt rather than trying to justify or analyze them. I must continue to live as a healthy and productive person celebrating this new life while honoring the life we lost. I must trust my gut. There is no manual on how to do this. Sure, there are books about pregnancy after loss, but we are all so different.
About a month after Maya was born and died, I made a conscious decision to somehow find happiness again. I wanted to live my life as fully as possible and allow Maya to live through me. I wanted to find joy anywhere and everywhere I could. 16 months later, I can say that I have done that. I am happy. I am living on. I am finding my way up the mountain and will keep climbing.